'Twas the Day Before Christmas

Twas the day before Christmas, when all thro' the yard,

 Not a creature was stirring, not even Nutty the squirrel;

 The decorations were hung on the windows with care,

 In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there....

When up in the tree there arose such a clatter,

I dropped my rake to see what was the matter.

 Away to the road I flew like a flash,

Looked up in the tree, and let out a gasp.

 The sun on the breast of the new fallen moss,

 Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;

 When, what to my wondering eyes should appear...

but 2 visiting Bald eagles arriving here.

What a treat to have these beauties so near,

I ran for my camera to capture a pic

of this Christmas gift from 'ole St. Nick.

And one snap of the camera, caught their attention.

 One sprung from the branch, to his mate gave a whistle,

And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:

 But I heard them exclaim, ere they flew out of sight-

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.